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All that she does

I LOOKED AT HER HANDS/

THEY WERE WITHERED AND DRY/

FROM PEELING THEM ONIONS/

AND DABBING HER EYES/

 

FROM PEELING POTATOES/

AND FRYING THOSE EGGS/

AND CLIMBING THE STAIRS/

ON HER SORE WEARY LEGS/

 

FROM WALKING FOR MILES/

IN THE RAIN AND THE ICE/

WHEN THERE'S A CAR OUTSIDE/

THAT COULD GIVE HER A RIDE/

 

THE TEA THAT SHE MAKES/

SHE NEVER GET'S TO DRINK/

NO TIME FOR HER/

NO TIME TO THINK/

 

FROM SCRUBBING THOSE FLOORS/

SHE HAS THOSE SORES/

ALL OVER HER KNEES/

BUT YOU DON'T EVEN SEE/

 

IRONING YOUR CLOTHES/

AND MOPPING YOUR BROW/

WHEN YOU ARE SOOOOOO ILL/

IS SHE REALLY A COW?/

 

'DO THIS, DO THAT'/

'MAKE SURE THAT I'M FED'/

HANG ON A MINUTE, SHOULD SHE STAND ON HER HEAD??????

 

NOT BEING FUNNY/

BUT SHE'S NOT HERE TO BE/

A SERVANT TO YOU/

WORKING FOR FREE/

 

JUST WANT YOU TO THINK/

COS LIKE I JUST SAID/

SHE'S NOT A SERVANT/

 

 

WHAT WILL YOU DO WHEN SHE'S DEAD?????????????

 


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  1. Date: 1/27/2011 4:56:00 AM

    Good question, it's sad to think that there are still people in the world who think all this is 'womans' work. I enjoyed the story, liked the rhymes, not keen on ALL CAPS. Nice poem